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=One's Duty=

A dark eldar's plans are ruined


Kayla enjoyed the trip through the underways of the great city. The dark muse had seen her handiwork, and she would rise higher in the ranks. Her rise was meteoric, and if she was not careful, the vapid bitch of her leader was going to kill her. After this latest victory, the only thing that could kill Kayla was going to die. 

She looked around, in her dreams of victory, she had been seperated from the rest of her sisters and the dark muse. It was a problem in Commoragh, The city was not navigable. Of course that meant more chances to satiate her desires. Today all she desired was for the dark muse to stand by her as she became a succubus. Centuries of planning and backstabbing were coming together into something perfect, and her ears tingled as she thought what would happen in the next few hours.

Kayla would be ascendant and the with the muse's blessings she would never falter. Her hour was approaching and she was going to enjoy it. All she had to do was return to the temple grounds. She didn't expect what she thought as she turned the corner.

Her entire coup was torn to shreds - literally. Her loyal troops were slowly but steadily dying on the floors. It looked like they had been torn apart by claws. She couldn't believe it as her entire force died before her eyes. There was no sign of the muse. Had that whore run away? 

Kayla needed to find her right now and kill her. She was alive and unhurt. She could bide her time. All she needed to do was make sure there were no loose ends.
She saw the muse standing as she crossed the corner. Doubtless the bitch had led her force into an ambush. If she was killed Kayla could run back to the temple and claim that she had saved the succubus from a plot. Yes, that was an excellent plan

The muse was not moving and she saw why. Her entire brain had been torn out of her skull and she dead. By some freak accident, the corpse was still standing.

Her kind did not kill this way. It was some sort of beast stalking the bottom floors of the city. She was in terrible danger and she needed to get out of there. 

Then she saw it. A creature strode out of the darkness. It's armor was black, and it's helmet was that of a terminator, only far more ornate. Had this thing killed her force? It looked at her for a moment before moving impossibly fast and grabbing her in it's fist. She was raised up above it's head. Then it chuckled and said in perfect eldar "You will do nicely."

Then it left her and stood there. She began running away. It made no move to follow her. She was nearly out of earshot when it shouted.

"Run along little girl, Death calls for you and you will be hunted."

A last ditch effort made her run. As she neared the temple grounds she looked back. The strange thing was not following her. She shuddered as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten. She was experiencing an old sensation, but far more vividly for the first time. Of course she had seen it countless times in the eyes of the prey she hunted on raids or in the eyes of slaves she toyed with. It was far more enjoyable then. Was this how being afraid felt? She wondered as the gates opened up and she rushed in to warn her mistress of the coup led by the Dark Muse that Kayla had foiled.